#sugarwarachanwrites

[sugarwarachan]

Hihi helloo! Could I maybe request ab-riding with shinso or bakugo or kirishima? Sorry if this is a oddball request, I really love your work ❤️

oh ceci you awoke something in me here I could have written about any one of them but I went with the one who hardens in more ways than one lololol

wrote this in like 20 minutes oops

ab riding - ft. eijirou kirishima. nsfw - mdni

Kirishima has a suspicion you’re really into his abs.

He’s never voiced it out loud before, mostly because he’s worried that it will come across as unbelievably conceited, but whenever you’re cuddling on the couch or in bed, he knows your hands will inevitably sneak under his shirt to trace the ridges in his stomach.

Until one day he comes out of the shower, towel slung low on his hips, water trickling down his frame, and he watches your eyes track its descent with something bordering on feral.

"See something you like, baby?" He flexes, grins when you bite your lip and nod.

Fuck. He likes how strong he is, and he loves that you like it, too.

He scoops you up easily and puts you both on the bed, your legs on either side of his. You’re dressed for bed; the nightie is one he bought for you last week. He growls out his approval into the soft skin of your neck.

"Why do you think I work so hard on these, pretty girl?"

He leans back and bucks up his hips to shift you forward. You squeak at being jostled up, hands falling to his chest to support yourself; the sound you make when your pussy slides over his abs is sinful.

"I might think about this just as much as you do, baby." He grabs the fat of your hips and drags you up and down his stomach, bunching the muscles under you. "Shit, pussy’s fucking soaked already."

"Kiri—fuck." He loves getting you like this, making you this fucking drunk over just his abs. “Feels so good, how do you always feel so good?”

“Want me to make ‘em a little harder, baby?”

He smirks when you fall forward and bite down on his collarbone with obvious need. Your pussy coats his lower stomach in your arousal. Kirishima knows you’re close and the revelation makes his hips buck, cock jutting against the swell of your ass.

"Just lean forward just a little bit, there ya go, there’s my girl." The last thing he wants to do is hurt you, but he figures hardening the muscles just enough under your clit will help you get the friction you like. "Let me see you cum all over my stomach, baby. Yeah, that's fucking perfect, show me how much you like 'em."

As soon as you sob out your release, he's rolling you under him to plug up your still-twitching hole with his cock—

[sugarwarachan]

YALL THESE ARE EVERYTHING YOU BETTER SEND REQUESTS

valentine’s prompts; tropes ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

ੈ✩‧₊˚ friends to lovers

¹⁾ “you really planned this?! remind me how you’re single, again?”

²⁾ “thanks for making today a little less depressing.”

³⁾ “has it occurred to you that we’ve spent more valentine’s days with each other than with people we’ve actually been dating?”

⁴⁾ “c’mon, like i need an excuse to spend time with you.”

⁵⁾ “i can’t help but think that this is a little more effort than someone would normally put in for their friend.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ coworkers to lovers

¹⁾ “if you’re still wondering who left those flowers at your desk, i think i’m ready to put your mind at ease.”

²⁾ “you’re telling me you really have nowhere better to be than here today?”

³⁾ “c’mon, it’s not like haven’t shared a dinner whilst working late before. it doesn’t have to mean anything different just because of the day that’s in it.”

⁴⁾ “someone’s been leaving valentines for me all over the building today, and i’m pretty sure i know who.”

⁵⁾ “i don’t have any plans after work, and i know you haven’t either. how about we keep each other company instead of spending it alone?”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ roommates to lovers

¹⁾ “before you say anything about me being at home tonight, i want to remind you that you are too.”

²⁾ “i thought that since we both had nowhere to be today, we could make a day of it. just ourselves.”

³⁾ “i’m guessing that the fact you’re already home will tell me everything i need to know about how your date went.”

⁴⁾ “wow, someone’s looking good. hot date, or what?”

⁵⁾ “i’m happy i got to spend the day with someone i actually care about.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ exes to lovers

¹⁾ “don’t tell me; you had so much fun with me last year, that you just couldn’t resist spending it with me again.”

²⁾ “wow, you really don’t have anyone special in your life at the minute.”

³⁾ “ i wanted to treat you how i should’ve before.”

⁴⁾ “you really thought i wouldn’t remember what you like? please, give me a little credit.”

⁵⁾ “maybe if things had gone like this every year, we wouldn’t have ended up the way we did.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ secret relationship

¹⁾ “are you telling me we can’t do anything to mark the day?”

²⁾ “i understand if you don’t want to, but i wanted to tell you that i planned a few things for us today.”

³⁾ “it’s so much less than what you deserve, but it’s all i could think to do given the circumstances.”

⁴⁾ “and here i was, expecting just an anonymous bunch of flowers.”

⁵⁾ “i couldn’t think of a better night to show everyone how in love with you i am.”

[sugarwarachan]

cw. 18+ mdni. chars 20+, afab!reader

touchstarved!hiori who yearns for physical touch but distrusts affection. he can’t help seeing it through the lens of his upbringing and wonder what your ulterior motive is

touchstarved!hiori who drinks in your idiosyncrasies like plays on a field

touchstarved!hiori who reshuffles his memory every night to go over the moments your skin has grazed his, each time more intoxicating than the last

touchstarved!hiori who might look innocent but has the nastiest thoughts running through his mind. man is plotting how to get you dumb on his cock (all you can see is the physical embodiment of heart eyes)

touchstarved!hiori who lives up to his nickname of ultra-sadist once he's got you in his bed. will not let you cum until you're sobbing and begging for release, his voice a low murmur in your ear, “you don’t think you deserve to cum already, do you angel?”

touchstarved!hiori who fucks you slow, achingly so, cooing at you when you try to make demands

touchstarved!hiori who cums as soon as you clamp down on him, "fuckkkkk yes, meet me there, honey, cum with me, 'kay? can you do that for me, pretty girl?"

more touchstarved!bllk boys here <3 divider by @cafekitsune

[sugarwarachan]

cw. 18+ mdni. chars 20+, afab!reader. this had a mind of its own, can you tell how hard i go for this man?

touchstarved!kunigami who can’t remember the last time someone outside of football cared about his body, let alone his mental state

touchstarved!kunigami who chafes under your insistence that he spend time with other people; no matter if he scoffs, snaps, or outright refuses, you always extend bits of your time. he hates most of all that he can’t prevent the instinct to soak up your presence whenever these moments happen

touchstarved!kunigami who finally snaps one day and demands to know what it will take to get you to leave him alone

touchstarved!kunigami who actually starts to lose his shit when your demeanor changes and you put a cool distance between the two of you

touchstarved!kunigami who initiates conversations slowly, something suspiciously like yearning clawing at his chest every time he sees you

touchstarved!kunigami who goes to bed thinking about you only to wake up with his cock heavy on his thigh

touchstarved!kunigami who finally invites you over for dinner after he’s exhausted the number of ways he can fuck his fist

touchstarved!kunigami who manhandles you; he maneuvers your body with ease, using his strong arms and legs to position you however he wants, “Arch your back for me, show me how badly you want your greedy holes stuffed” (HELLO)

touchstarved!kunigami who mixes his degradation with just the right amount of possesive praise to have you babbling on his cock: “Aww, my little slut got’s the sloppiest fucking cunt, doesn’t she? Needy too, bet she’ll milk me fuckin’ dry”

touchstarved!kunigami who only falls asleep after he tucks your body against his, one forearm around your waist, the other under your head

sparkly divider by @anitalenia. other headcanons here

[sugarwarachan]

pairing: shigaraki x afab!reader

based on this prompt list: ²⁾ “you’re telling me you really have nowhere better to be than here today?”

cws: FLUFF THIS IS SO FLUFFY WHO AM I, shigaraki is a pining mess, no quirks au, I know nothing about actual corporate offices except that I hate them lol

wc: 600 (a wee babe)

Shigaraki Tomura is not doing well.

For starters, he’s staring down the barrel at a year-long, cry-into-your-pillow-every-night kind of crush, and the object of his affection is literally standing outside of his house in the rain, asking to come in.

On Valentine’s Day.

He’s pretty sure his brain is visibly leaking out of his ears.

“Tomu, are you all right?”

You’d think after months of working in an office together, he’d have a handle on being normal around you, but apparently that’s not the case today. The nickname makes his heart hammer so loudly he can barely hear himself answer.

“You’re telling me you have nowhere better to be today than here?”

Thunder claps overhead. Rain starts pouring down in earnest, pounding the pavement behind you. He ushers you into the entryway, trying to keep his cool when you steady yourself on his forearm to toe off your shoes. Your shirt clings to the curve of your waist in a way he does not trust himself to look at too closely.

“What’s that supposed to mean? I like hanging out with you.”

You can’t be serious. It's you. The last person in the world he expected to be alone on today.

"You know what day it is."

You level him a look. "I do, actually. I have this thing called a calendar. I think you also have one installed on your phone?"

"Ha ha, marketing monkey."

You poke your tongue out at him. "Whatever, creepy IT guy."

He’s happy to sink into this routine, actually. It’s familiar. Touya calls it flirting; Tomura tries not to call it anything.

"I did get you something, though," you say. "For Valentine’s Day."

You hand him a simple red box tied off with a silver bow.

"Don’t laugh too hard at it, okay? I tried."

You’re never uncertain. He noticed that about you right away, assumed you’d be standoffish and rude because of it just like all of his other coworkers.

But you hadn’t been. You’d been kind in the way that made his teeth hurt.

He opens the box slowly, almost reverently. Inside are small, homemade chocolates, all molded in a somewhat clumsy likeness of his dog Mon.

Fuck.

He stares into the box, dumbfounded.

Sure, you play League with him on the weekends, and yes, he’s gone over the days you have coffee with him so many times they're seared into his brain, but that doesn’t mean you like him.

Except—

This is a lovely, hand-crafted gift that makes him feel so wanted he could actually drown in the feeling. It has to mean something. Right?

“Tomu?”

He snaps himself out of it.

"This is, umm." Shit, he actually has no idea what to say. He looks at you, which is a bad idea, because now all he can think about is how fucking pretty you look in his house, next to his things, bending down to greet Mon as he flies from downstairs to greet you.

"That bad, huh?" You pretend to joke, ruffling Mon's ears.

"No!" he all but shouts, wincing mentally before crouching down beside you. Mon rolls over to show off his belly.

"It's the best gift I've ever gotten," he tells you. "No one's ever made me something like this."

And because no one has ever made him something like this, Tomura takes a chance.

"Do you want to stay? You can run a bath while I grab some food and we can make a day of it?"

You grab his hand and thread your fingers through his, beaming.

"I'd love nothing more."

[sugarwarachan]

title: give me a sign (something legible this time)

pairing: oliver aiku x afab!reader

author's note: really just wanted an excuse to be angsty over playboy oliver and still let reader have him. nsfw, mdni

you're supposed to hate oliver aiku.

it's not for lack of trying. it's day 32 of whatever the fuck this situationship is, and he's managed to worm his way into your heart and rot you from the inside out.

case in point? you're attending some sleazy party simply because you hope he'll be there, standing just outside of your peripherals so you have to swivel your head and find him—

"missed ya, baby," his voice is low against your ear as he swoops in from behind. your face presses into his neck and the smell of cedar and laundry soap overwhelms your senses.

you do hate this, just a little bit. the whole, doesn't-do-commitment, loves-to-play-at-boyfriend-anyway act that he does, but what you really hate is how little you actually care because he always chases away any lingering hurt with his teeth in your neck and his hand around your throat.

"what do you want?" you ask, taking a sip of your drink. you pull a face; it's too fucking sweet. you press it off on him. "you like sweet things, right?"

his smile is feral, heterochromatic eyes flashing in the blue and purple haze of the party. he takes the drink and pounds it back. a drop cascades down the thick column of his throat. your eyes track its movements into his shirt.

"you're right, angel. I do like sweet things." he palms the meat of your ass and jostles you back into his groin, rubbing his already-hard cock into the back of your skirt. you gasp when he lifts the fabric.

"people might fucking see," you hiss, swatting at his hands.

you mean nothing to him, you have to remind yourself, even as he gently pulls your hair to the side to kiss your neck, his deep voice a rumble in your ear—

"let them see."

"no," you insist, pushing away from him. he takes a step back, hands shoved deep in the pockets of those stupid designer jeans that fit him like a glove. brow furrowed, he cocks his head down the hallway where you know at least one shadowy bedroom awaits. you take off after him before you can stop yourself.

"you're mad at me," he says once the door shuts. your eyes blink at the wall of gaming tech. frustration bubbles over. you're not in his room or yours—

"we're always hooking up at parties," you tell him.

his eyebrows raise. "and?"

god, sometimes you hate him so much you can't see.

"and," you bite back, "I'm fucking tired of it. this—" you gesture between the two of you, a part of you reveling in his crumpling expression, "is done. I'm not getting fucked in some rich kid's masturbation den because you can't commit."

he blinks at you.

"I'll take you home then."

before you can fully process the words, he flips you around and presses your back against the door. his knee wedges between your thighs and you bite back a sigh. his hand wraps around your throat, the gentlest pressure, and your eyelids flutter shut.

"it's not forever, but could we start with one night?"

"nice line, jackass," but you kiss him all the same.

and as one night collapses into four, and then 17, and then 289, you eventually stop thinking you're supposed to hate oliver aiku.

WHY DO I WANT THIS MAN THE WAY THAT I DO

[sugarwarachan]

me writing smut:

me writing fluff:

[sugarwarachan]

just found an old wip of mine and ummmm YALL it's basically that bakugou sex pollen fic i wrote but on CRACK

you get hit with a sex quirk that determines you're both soulmates but WHOOPS you both HATE each other (EXCEPT NO YOU DON'T YOU BOTH JUST SUCK AT FEELINGS). bakugou's in his 30s, you're in your mid 20s 🤭, you're under threat because of an anti-hero think piece you wrote, he asks you to move in because he wants to keep you safe but he also can't be away from you because of the, ya know, SOUL BOND

i know i have so many other wips but fuck i fear i might start a multi-chapter fic if the demand is there

[sugarwarachan]

horny bakugou brainrot - mdni

absolutely positive bakugou katsuki gets hard nearly every time you eat. he can’t help it, the way you enthusiastically approach every bite is enough to have him gripping the underside of the table

the way your eyes flutter closed when you swallow a particularly good bite—fuck it’s like he’s got you splayed out on his mattress, ankles around his ears and his name the only thing you remember how to say

so any excuse he has to feed you he takes it. constantly tapping your lip with his thumb, “open up, baby, want ya to try this”

fucks you dumb on the kitchen counter, two fingers stuffed in your mouth, lips curled up in a smirk when you start drooling down your chin

when he feeds his dick in between your lips and you hum around him like you’re sucking on a piece of fucking candy he ruts into your face with a stuttered whine

he’ll come in seconds if you praise the way he tastes, snarling out praise as he bullies his cock down your throat, “got a mouth made for suckin’ dick you know that sweet girl?”

[sugarwarachan]

touchstarved!bakugou who is a ticking time bomb every time you come anywhere close to him. he’s hyper-aware of every movement your body makes to the point where he’s even more irritable and snappy than usual

touchstarved!bakugou who refuses to think he actually crave another person’s touch, but who actively daydreams about the simplest, most innocent things, like running his thumb over the back of your hand or resting his palm on the small of your back

touchstarved!bakugou who can’t belive his ears when you offer yourself up as stress relief

touchstarved!bakugou who is extremely sensitive, like blow gently on his dick and he might cum kind of sensitive, so the second he’s sliding inside your tight little hole he’s gritting his teeth, swallowing down the fucked-out whimper that nearly crawled out of his throat

touchstarved!bakugou who gets surprisingly vocal in his praise as he pounds into you from behind, his grip on your hips the only thing keeping you upright. “fuck yes princess absolutely fucking gushing on this dick, aren't ya?” he snarls and pistons his hips faster.

touchstarved!bakugou who stays inside of you after he cums, swatting your ass if you move away from him, “give me a few minutes, i’ll be ready for round two”

♡⃕ other touchstarved!mha headcanons here

[sugarwarachan]

mornings with bakugou - mdni

if there’s one thing bakugou katsuki guarantees, it’s getting you off at least five times a night

so it’s safe to say you’re exhausted the next morning, limbs heavy, face pressed into the pillow. it’s a point of pride for him, actually, fucking you that good that you’re sprawled out on his bed, little bit of drool hitting the pillowcase, while he’s out making you breakfast

he loves taking care of you, would never in a million years admit it to anyone but you, but that possessive side of him revels in being the person you depend on

wakes you up with a raspy, “made ya a coffee, lazy girl,” while peeling the covers away from your body and picking up your sleep-heavy body to tuck it against his

practically fucking purrs when you wrap your arms around his neck and start peppering his face and throat with sleepy kisses. “needy for me already, baby?”

makes you work yourself up against his thigh, flexing the muscle just right so your sleep shorts are riding in between your folds and bunching up at your clit, satisfied smirk on his face at the cute little whines you make as you cum

makes you eat your breakfast after and then makes you cum on his dick all over again

[sugarwarachan]

sex pollen troubles - ft. k. bakugou

summary: prohero!Bakugou gets hit with a sex quirk. too bad his roommate hates him—right?

wc: 1.8k

pairing: prohero!Katstuki Bakugou x roommate!reader

content warnings: MDNI, Bakogou has a roommate because his therapist tells him to, fem!reader is an investigative journalist, gratuitous use of Ace (hello gilmore girls fans) idiot Katsuki, pining Katsuki, fingerless gloves make an appearance sorry not sorry, making out, fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names like baby, pretty girl, princess, breeding but only if you squint

a/n: word vomited this out in less than 24 hrs

He’s praying you don’t pick up.

“Bakugou?” You sound annoyed, a little suspicious even.

He never calls you.

“Ace.” You hate that nickname, but the thought of saying your actual name in the desperate growl that is his voice right now makes his head spin. “I need - fuck - are you home right now?”

Sex quirks are a dime a dozen these days. He’s been hit with a few before, simple one that are usually pretty easy to shake. (He still hates the premature ejaculate memory, though, coming home with his boxers stiff and an image of you spread out on his bed playing like a film in his head. He hadn't been able to look you in the eyes for weeks.)

He’s never been hit with one as strong as this. The second the mist hit his nostrils he was huffing up the scent of vanilla and citrus and strong black coffee, just the way you like it, before he realized what was happening, the villain ripping down the street in the opposite direction while arousal hit him like a truck.

Bakugou's practically doubled over talking to you now, the ache in his dick throbbing in time with his fucking heartbeat.

“Yeah, I’m home.” Even annoyed you sound like heaven. “What’s going on? You don’t sound like yourself.”

He barks out a laugh, and before he knows it, he's telling you the truth. “Got hit with a sex quirk. A big one.”

Your breath bitches slightly on the other line. He’s pretty sure his cock jumps at the sound.

“And I - " need you right fucking now - “fuck - I can’t call anyone else.”

It has to be you. He’s got women he could call, sure, anyone who might want to get into a pro hero’s pants, but it has to be you for a reason he doesn’t want to look at too closely.

You’re silent for a beat, before you say, “Send me a pin. I’ll come get you.”

He hated you at first. Always talking his ear off about every fucking thing, bringing up articles that remind you of cases you're covering—it was like living with Deku dialed up to 11.

But what he hated even worse was when you stopped talking. When you realized he wasn’t actually gonna come around and be nice to you, when you figured out, oh fuck, he’s actually just an angry prick, and left him alone.

One day he could count on constant chatter when he was back from patrol, the next, nothing at all. You even switched up your schedule so he barely saw you, a fact he didn’t tell his court-ordered therapist because he was supposed to be getting better at being around other people, not worse.

He hates remembering this now with his dick hard as steel and weeping from the tip like he’s fucking 15. The alley is secluded, thank fuck, so no one can see him shaking and groaning, forearms braced on the wall in front of him, head hanging down like a panting dog. He can barely move; every brush of his pants against his erection like a live wire to the brain.

By the time you pull up—five minutes, forty six seconds later, he counted—he’s so frayed and tense that the minute he sees your face, he shouts, “Took you fucking long enough."

Your face shutters closed the way it always does around him, and he wants to fucking die.

“Fuck, Ace, I’m sorry - it’s just, I’m fucking miserable right now - "

“Why did you call me, Katsuki?”

It’s a mistake to look you in the eye. His restraint is a razor’s edge at this point, and seeing your beautiful face is too much. You've always been pretty, but the light shining on your soft hair is convincing him he can write fucking poetry all of a sudden.

“You know why,” he grits out.

You step forward, vanilla and citrus and coffee flooding his nose.

“No, I don’t. You act like you fucking hate me half the time and ignore me the rest.” You scrape a hand across your face in frustration. “And then you call me sounding like that. Why wouldn't I be confused?"

“I want you.” It’s out of his mouth in a flash, and he knows it’s the right thing to say by the way your shoulders relax. “I’m a fucking asshole, I know it. I’m not good at feelings, baby, I'm sorry, but I want you so fucking bad it’s like I could break my teeth over it. It has to be you, Ace, fuck, I’m sorry, it can’t be anyone else - "

You shut him up your mouth, your lips locking into his as both of your noses bump against each other. He doesn’t care; he just needs you as close to him as he can get you. It’s better than anything he imagined, finally touching you, finally giving in to the attraction that’s dogged him ever since you walked into his life.

You taste like coffee and a little bit of that strawberry lip gloss he loves so much. He licks into the seam of your mouth and relishes the shiver that goes through your body.

“Like that, baby?” He breaks away, nosing at your jaw, nipping at the juncture of your throat. That makes you gasp. “You smell so fucking good here.” He jerks his hips, hisses through his teeth as his cock jumps in his pants, pulsing with need.

“Let me,” he hears you say, and you’re tugging his pants open to get your hand around him. The second your fingers wrap around him his eyes roll up in his head. He could cum just from this, he realizes.

“Of course you’d have a pretty dick,” you say with a look of annoyance, and he’s not entirely sure what to say to that besides puff up his chest. You laugh, and it’s almost fond, and goddammit he wants you more than he’s ever wanted anything else -

With a growl, he pulls your hand away and backs you up against the wall, peppering kisses down your neck. The whines he’s pulling from your mouth is making everything in his life worth it. He’d fight a thousand fucking villains if it meant this, fingering the seam of your panties under your little skirt as you cry out for more.

“Wear this for me?”

“Like fucking hell I did,” you retort.

“Sure thing, princess.” He runs the pad of two fingers over the soaking wet seam of your panties. A feral grin passes over his face as your thighs tremble and press together. “This just happened to you all on your own?”

He roughly pulls your panties to the side to gather up the slick at your entrance, pushing your hips apart and settling himself between them.

“You’ve gotta come first, pretty girl.” You like when he calls you pet names; he’s been watching the way your skin breaks down out in goosebumps each time. It’s a like a drug being this close to you, making you feel this good. “The second I’m inside ya I’m gonna blow my fucking load so be good and come for me, yeah?”

The rough material of his fingerless gloves rubs against your clit as he stuffs two fingers in your pussy. Your little hole sucks him in greedily as you whine and buck against him.

“Harder, Kats, please - you won’t fucking break me - "

He adds another finger to stretch you out, keeping his palm rocking against your pubic bone with every grind. You’re fluttering around his fingers, whimpers echoing off the walls in the alley.

“That’s it, baby, there you go. Fuck, yeah, you like me stuffing this pretty pussy full?” You dig your nails into his scalp as you hold onto him for dear life, whimpers ratcheting up to moans and cut-off screams as he starts to feel your cunt clamp down hard on him.

You moan his name against his neck as you cum. “Just needed to think about me stuffing you full?” He can’t help but smirk, which quickly turns into a hissing groan when your hand finds him again and positions him right at your core.

“I could say the same for you,” you smirk, rolling your hips and coating the head of his cock in the slick of your orgasm. He chokes on his spit, bracing one forearm on the wall behind you, his free hand stilling your hips in place.

“Lift me up,” you pout.

“Didn’t know you were bossy.”

“Didn’t think you would like it,” you shoot back, rolling down onto his cock and taking an inch of him inside you. “This position’s better, isn’t it?”

“Of course it is, you devil woman.” He can barely think. “Baby, I don’t - god fucking damn it - I don’t have any - "

“I’m on birth control and I’m clean.”

“Same. Clean, too, I mean.” He’s rambling. He never rambles. “I’ve got my check-up stats in my phone if you’d like to see them.”

You laugh, and it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard in his entire life.

“Can I kiss you?”

It takes him aback, but he’s been dying to know what you taste like since he met you, honestly.

“Yeah, pretty girl. You can kiss me.” He nips at your mouth and laughs at your pout when he pulls away. “Let me get all the way inside ya though first, huh?”

He feeds you his dick inch by inch, clenching his teeth at the way you squirm and plead for more. You’re slippery and warm, your cunt making obscene squelching noises with every rock of his hips.

With one final thrust, he’s seated up to the hilt, balls slapping against the meat of your thighs and ass.

“So fucking perfect,” he moans in your ear. “All for me - just for me, isn’t that right, Ace?”

Your head jerks up and down in affirmation.

“Say it, pretty girl. Say you’re fucking mine. Tell me how much you like my dick getting this pussy nice and tight. Bet I can get her to scream again, huh?”

He pinches your clit between two fingers. You jerk in his arms.

“Close, princess? Like it a little mean?”

He rocks his his up so he’s dragging the head of his cock across your g spot, over and over. Your eyes roll back in your head and your breathing gets shallower, shorter.

“Please please don’t fucking stop, ohmygodohmygod feels so fucking good, Kats- "

Your pussy clamps down on him like a vice and all rhythm flies out the window. He grabs the meat of your hips and fucks up into you roughly, shooting thick ropes of cum against your cervix.

The creamy sticky ring at the base of his cock when he pulls out is probably the hottest thing he’s ever seen in his life.

He looks up at you, sees the appreciative gleam in your eye. You're turned on by that, too.

“Can we do this again when we’re home?” he asks. “Maybe after I’ve made you dinner?”

The smile you return is like the sun. “We better.”

[sugarwarachan]

touchstarved!shouto who literally has no concept of casual physical affection so any time you’re resting a hand on his arm his brain is actively short circuiting

touchstarved!shouto who goes home just to replay every moment you touched him that day

touchstarved!shouto who’s excusing himself to the bathroom so he can fuck the tight ring of his fist and pretend it’s you underneath him, breathy and trembling with need

touchstarved!shouto who's warring with the gentleman he was raised to be and the absolute feral animal clawing at his reason when you brush your ass against him in the elevator

touchstarved!shouto who finally snaps and pulls you back against his chest, breath hot against your ear as he presses the length of his cock along the small of your back, “can't get you out of my fucking head”

touchstarved!shouto who bends you over his desk and fucks you with one hand over your mouth, “stay quiet for me love, there’s my darling girl"

♡⃕ other touchstarved!mha headcanons here

[sugarwarachan]

I just ATE all of your touch starved boys- they were the finest of dining -idk if requests are open but I would love to see your take on touch starved kirishima please

AHHH tysm!! your wish is my command, hope you enjoy <3

touchstarved!kirishima who is the definition of lovesick from the moment he meets you, rehearsing every instance he might have a chance to talk to you

touchstarved!kirishima who has to literally leave the room if he sees you in something sexy, knowing that he's not gonna be able to keep his eyes anywhere respectful

touchstarved!kirishima who asks you out for dinner but doesn’t get past your doorway before he's scooping you up and carrying you to your bedroom, "shit, you look good enough to fucking eat, baby"

touchstarved!kirishima who loses his fucking mind when you wrap your hands around his dick and wonder how he’s going to fit inside you

touchstarved!kirishima who presses down hard on your stomach when he finally bottoms out, grunting and gasping when your pussy starts milking him, "so good for me princess, so fuckin’ good. that’s it, let me feel you get all tight for me"

touchstarved!kirishima who draws you a bath to soothe your muscles (he did just rearrange your insides), sinking into the water behind you and whispering in your ear how amazing you are

‎ ‎♡⃕ touchstarved!mha headcanons here. accepting requests <3

[sugarwarachan]

touchstarved!midoriya who has notebooks full of scenarios planning out how to talk to you: what foods you like, the books you’re reading, literally anything just so he has ammunition to talk to you

touchstarved!midoriya who asks everyone for advice on how to win you over (except for you bless his heart), endures hours of Bakugou giving advice yelling at him

touchstarved!midoriya who actually feels his brain leak out of his ears when you hug him goodbye, cums later that night to the mere memory of your tits pressed up against his chest

touchstarved!midoriya who is the definition of feral as soon as he has permission to touch you, snarling into your mouth and biting your lips before sinking down on the floor and attacking your cunt like his life depends on it

touchstarved!midoriya whose ears turn beet red when you tell him how good he’s making you feel

touchstarved!midoriya who memorizes every gasp, whimper, and sigh that comes out of your mouth, has to make sure his pretty girl feels amazing even if his weeping cock is jumping against the front of his pants for attention

touchstarved!midoriya who cums seconds after you start stroking him, blushing and stammering, “fuck fuck, baby, i’m sorry, you just feel so good - i’ll make it up to you next time, yeah?”

a/n: yall were hungry for this green-eyed baby. other touchstarved!boys here

[sugarwarachan]

by popular request ❤︎ - touchstarved!denki

touchstarved!denki who spends all of his free time trying to get your attention. does literally everything in his power to make you laugh, even if it's at his expense

touchstarved!denki who catches your eye across the room and feels it like a caress. actually so far-gone that any time your skin connects he's convinced it's a sign from the universe

touchstarved!denki who jumps at the chance to be friends with benefits

touchstarved!denki who wants you to use him, spreads your legs apart and sits your cute little cunt right down on his face, "that it's baby girl, don't care if i can't fuckin' breathe, pussy's too good for that"

touchstarved!denki who chokes on his spit when you sit on his dick, starts babbling out nonsense about how good you feel, how perfect you are—"fuck yeah baby, sit on it just like that, you can get a lil rough with me"

touchstarved!denki who derives so much of his self-worth from pleasing you that he considers it an hour wasted if you're not coming around his fingers, mouth, or cock

a/n: working on shinsou and sero <3 more touchstarved!boys here. reblogs and comments always appreciated 🫶